And there are lots of lights And they sparkle and make me think:
Here I live
In this city
I walk places and cross bridges
I am a grad student
And it flurries
But I am acclimated;
Mostly
I procrastinate and I look for signs
And occasionally I smoke an old man pipe because the smoke is captivating in the air
I sit on porches and I hold this thought:
Here I live in this city.
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